Hop Hog Friday

I had a nice Friday a.m. ride today. Things were humid. I'm talking open your mouth and suck down a pint of water, sweat it right out type humidity. The gray index was up to 40% today and the temps, although still warm, were much cooler than yesterday.

For the most part the legs were happy to be out and about. Not sure if I would call them "race ready" by any stretch of my demented imagination, but to quote the soccer moms and McCubical philosophers- "it is what it is". I still don't know what that means. I guess it's better than saying "nothing I can f*cking do about it". Although I would feel slightly better (that's not saying much) about myself saying N.I.C.F.D.A.I. rather than I.I.W.I.I. any day. But hey, that's just me.

B-Man has been invited to hang out with his Aunt Jenny and Uncle Joe tonight, so Wifey and I are heading to Mad Mex to enjoy a few beers and at least 1/2 of an adult conversation, as well as some yummy Mexican food. This will make 5 of 6 nights with me eating Mexican this week. GODDAMN I love that shit! Not to mention it cleans me right out! F*ck Fiber One, give me a Chic Pea Chili Burrito with extra peppers and onions.
Right now I'm enjoying a Lancaster Brewing Hop Hog. Not as good as Sierra Nevada's Torpedo, but still a damn fine beer and a PA brewer. So you gotz to back 'em. Time to go Hoggin' and get my grub on at Mad Mex.

Later.